Having jumped over the border, we waited for a truck driver for a long time. According to our plans, we had to get to the town of Vârşeţ and continue our journey by train. But the truck driver told us that he was going to the town of Panciova.
The driver did not speak English or Russian, but we understood each other. He drove us to the town of Panciova and got off by the road to Belgrade, the capital of Serbia. There was 25 km left to the final destination and it was expensive, we drove in another truck.
For an overnight stay, we used the Couchsurfing app, where we found a good person who agreed to host us.
For two weeks we worked without a day off, so we have accumulated several days off. We decided to travel abroad and Serbia was lucky.
We left early in the morning, and the weather in Târgu Secuiesc was as always gloomy and cool. As always, the car was hitchhiking. We caught the car to the crossroads in Brasov. Then, after standing for 30 minutes near the road, we reached Brasov. The driver was very responsive and took us to the main road in the direction of Sibiu.
From there, another very good man drove us to the nearest village, since he lived there. After Brasov, the weather changed drastically, the sun was shining (which we had not seen for several days), and it was warm and pleasant.
April 24 was the memory of the victims of the Armenian genocide.
Armenian genocide (in Armenian Exern) was during the first World War. Despite the fact that the systematic and institutionally supported extermination of the Armenian population in Ottoman Turkey began at the end of the 19th century, April 24 was not chosen as a memorial date by chance. It was on this day in 1915 that more than 800 representatives of the Armenian intelligentsia were arrested and later killed in the Ottoman capital of Istanbul.
In Armenia, on the night of April 23, commemorative processions with torches take place in all cities and villages. On April 24, we lay flowers at the monuments dedicated to the victims of the genocide.
On March 17 “Green Sun” team was in a small village, called Dalnik, not far from Kézdivásárhely (about twenty km). It was a small village with the population of about one thousand. There was a Church, kindergarten and school in the centre of the village.
On March 13, my lovely mentor invited me to go sledding.
The car was driven by my mentor's brother, who knows everything and loves to be in nature. With us was one schoolgirl who sings like an angel.
We set off early in the morning. I knew that we were going to the mountains, but I did not know exactly where. We headed towards a small village called Komando. I was there in early autumn when everything around was green. Seeing familiar places shrouded in the snow was unexpected and wonderful. As if everything around was wrapped in a white blanket.